Nerds destroy the things they profess to love because their love for these works was superficial.
They long for their state of being when first experiencing this art, not for the meaning of the works nor what made them special in the first place.
Context became a hindrance.
I should expand upon this by saying that “destroying” is a tricky word here since what I’m describing is less the destruction of the original works, but rather a breakdown of their popular connotation. To put it in cynical terms: it cheapens the original work’s brand.
It takes valuable, meaningful works and just mashes them together into a gray slurry that gives you none of what you liked about the ingredients.
Allusion is supposed to have power, and meaning. This has no other purpose other than to evoke a passing glint of recognition.
Post-Script: I am under no obligation to argue with fans about the merits of Ready Player One.